One Day Movie Quotes

Emma: How’s Suki?Dexter: Oh, she…she’s fantastic. Yeah, gorgeous. You know, what’s great for me is that she really understands the industry. You know, she knows exactly what it’s like to be…I was gonna say famous. God, we hate the word.Emma: Every time I turn on the telly, she’s there in her pink rubber cat suit. She’s doing incredibly well.Dexter: Yeah. Yeah. Well, we…we both are. I’ve got some really, really exciting stuff coming up. You know, it’s all sort of in development. If I told you I’d have to shoot you.Emma: Please, do.Dexter: Never mind. Start without me, alright?[he gets up goes to the bathroom and does some drugs]

[as Dexter comes back from the bathroom Emma notices him flirting with a girl]Dexter: You alright?Emma: Maybe she could join us.Dexter: Hey! Hey! Hey! What’s this? I’m here to see you, remember?[she nods her head]Dexter: Right. Well, uh…how’s the teaching?[Emma looks upset]Dexter: What?Emma: If you’re not interested, don’t ask.Dexter: I am interested! I just thought you were gonna be writing this novel, that’s all.Emma: And I will. But I have to earn a living, more the point, I enjoy it. I’m a bloody good teacher, Dexter.Dexter: I’m sure you are. Just, uh…you know? You know what they say?Emma: No, what do they say?Dexter: Well, you know. Those who can…Emma: No, I’m sorry. I’m not familiar. Finish the sentence.Dexter: Alright. Well, those who can, do. And those who can’t, teach.Emma: Those who can teach say, go fuck yourself![she gets up and turns to walk out of the club]

Emma: You’re drunk! You’re drunk! Do you realize I haven’t really not seen you sober, what, three years? No, nipping off to the toilet every ten minutes, either drunk on or you’ve got dysentery. Either way, it’s boring! Banging on about yourself all the time! Well, I wouldn’t mind, Dex, but you’re a TV presenter. Alright? You’ve not invented penicillin. All you do is stand around chatting and make some noise!Dexter: Look, I’m having fun, that’s all. Look, I’ve been through a lot recently and I might get a bit carried away, but if you wouldn’t stop getting at me!Emma: Am I? I don’t mean to and I…I know that you have been through a lot with your mom. I know. But there are things that I needed to talk to you about. About how I’m…I’m stuck in this flat with a man that I am not in love with! And if I can’t talk to you, then what is the point of you? Of us?Dexter: What do you mean, what’s the point?Emma: I think we’ve out grown each other. No, you have out grown me. You think I’m uncool and dreary.Dexter: I don’t think you’re dreary. Em.Emma: I think that if it’s over then we should just face facts, say goodbye.Dexter: Sounds like you’re dumping me.Emma: Yeah, maybe I am. You’re not who you used to be.[she turns and starts walking away from him]

[as Emma’s just walked away from Dexter after their fight]Dexter: Oh, come on, Em! Look, I apologize! Please![she stops turns and walks back towards him]Dexter: Come on. That’s it.[she hugs Dexter]Emma: I love you, Dexter, so much. I just don’t like you anymore. I’m sorry.[crying she turns and walks away from him]

[15th July 1998 – Dexter looking scruffy with a ponytail is hosting a show about video games, as filming ends]Dexter: Do I really have to say ‘smoking hot’?! It’s just I’m thirty two for God’s sake.

[after the Dexter has finished his day of filming his show]Dexter: What, they’re sacking me?Aaron: You see, sack has negative connotations. It’s just they wanna try a new presenter.Dexter: So they are sacking me?Aaron: Well, no. They’re taking the show in different direction, but it’s a direction from you. Okay, so less you now.Dexter: Okay.Aaron: More you in your twenties.Dexter: Right. Right. So, uh…so what’s the good news?Aaron: Sorry?Dexter: Well, you said you had some bad news, what’s the good news?[Aaron looks at him as if to say there is no other news]

Aaron: Look every career has its ups and downs. This is just a bloody great down. And I sense a bit if disenchantment, Dexie.Dexter: I’m just a little concerned about my future. It’s not quite what I was expecting.Aaron: Future never is. It’s what makes it so bloody exciting. Everyone loves you, yeah?[Dexter nods his head]Aaron: But they love you in that ‘ironic love to hate’ kind of way, right? And all that we need to do is just find someone that loves you for real. Okay?Dexter: Yeah.

[Emma walks into her apartment to find Ian sitting on the couch drinking and looking drunk]Emma: Serves me right for not changing the locks. Looking good, Ian.Ian: You can get stuffed Emma.Emma: Is that from your act?Ian: No, though I have got this new thing I’ve been working on.Emma: Oh, God!Ian: I come on and I say, ‘here’s a funny story’, all like this.Emma: Ian.Ian: There’s this guy and he’s going out with this girl, and he worships her and, uh…they buy this flat together. And then he gets her an engagement ring, the lot. It turns out that she is still in love with her best friend.Emma: Interesting theory, Ian. Accept I’ve not seen Dexter for ages.Ian: No?Emma: That is not the reason. Ian…Ian: Do you know how he found out about it? He read it in her poetry.[he takes out her book of poems]Emma: You bastard! Give me that back to me![she runs towards him as he starts reading out loud her poetry]

[as she’s trying to get her book of poetry back from Ian]Emma: I’ll call the police!Ian: Call the bloody police! It’s my flat too!Emma: Is it? I paid the mortgage! You just sat around farting and watching the bloody Wrath of Khan!Ian: You love the Wrath of Khan.Emma: I have the Wrath of Khan!

[we see them sat on the balcony looking calmer]Ian: Well, it’s a good job we didn’t get married.[Emma looks at him as if to agree]Ian: Sorry about going through all your stuff. I’ve just been a bit mad recently, that’s all.Emma: It’s alright.Ian: I miss you.Emma: I know you do.Ian: Right…right here.[he points to his heart]Ian: Either that or it’s trapped wind. I’m not sure.[Emma laughs]Emma: Either way, it’ll pass.Ian: It’s good, by the way. Not the poems. The poems are awful, but the rest of the stuff, like the…the stories. You’re funny, proper funny. Not like me.Emma: Ian.Ian: No, I’m just saying that you should show them to someone, because you’re…you’re better than you know.[he gets up and leaves]

[15th July 2000 – Emma alone, Dexter with Sylvie are attending a mutual college friend’s wedding]Dexter: That’s Emma Morley. We went to University together.Sylvie: Did you sleep with her as well?Dexter: No.Sylvie: What about the bride?Dexter: No! God, what is this?Sylvie: Well, it’s just that every weekend we go to a wedding with a coach load of people that you’ve slept with. It’s like a conference.Dexter: Hey! Come on. You know you’re the only one for me now. You are. Come here.[she laughs and he kisses her, Emma notices them from a distance]

[Dexter is talking to one of his old college friends at the wedding reception]Callum: You should come and have lunch. We should talk.Dexter: Are you offering me a job?Callum: No, I’m just saying…Dexter: You are, aren’t you? You’re offering me a job.Callum: Look, I haven’t seen you on telly for a while. I thought if you wanted a fresh start…Dexter: Callum, mate. Mate, mate, mate. At University you wore the same pair of jeans for, what was it? Four years?Callum: Long time ago now, pal. We’re not students anymore.

[as him and Dexter watch Emma from afar]Callum: Have you seen Emma Morley? Right under our noses all this time. Hey? Who knew?

[at the wedding reception Dexter and Emma sit in a quiet corner to talk]Emma: Today must be quite tough for you, having slept with the bride.Dexter: I don’t know what you’re talking about.[Emma gives him a knowing look]Dexter: What? How do you know all these things?Emma: Tilly told me all about it.Dexter: Oh, did she?Emma: Foot massage spun out of control. I think you even used my olive oil. Foot prints halfway up the kitchen wall.Dexter: Well, that stuffs behind me now, so.Emma: Really? What happened? Sex in toilet cubicles lose its bitter sweet charm?Dexter: Well an orgy won’t keep you warm at night, yeah?Emma: An orgy won’t look after you when you’re old.Dexter: Well said.

Dexter: Anyway, I screwed up my career. And screwed up things with mom.Emma: That’s not true.Dexter: I screwed up my friendships. And then Sylvie just came along. She sort of, well, saved me really.Emma: She’s very beautiful.Dexter: Of course she has absolutely no sense of humor.Emma: Just as well. Sense of humor is overrated, goofing around all the time. The only time Ian made me really laugh was when he fell down the stairs.Dexter: Well you know, Sylvie says she doesn’t like to laugh. Doesn’t really like what it does to her face.[the both laugh]Emma: But you love her, right?Dexter: Yeah, I…I worship her.

[as she takes Dexter’s wedding invitation, she notices it smells]Emma: Scented? You’re wedding invitations are scented.Dexter: Yeah, um…lavender.Emma: No, Dex. It’s money. They smell of money.[she reads the invitation]Emma: August the fourteenth?Dexter: Yeah, I think that’s what they call a shot gun wedding.Emma: Ah.Dexter: For three hundred and fifty with buffet.Emma: Do you know who the father is?Dexter: Oh, stop it.[they both laugh]Emma: I’m kidding. Congratulations.Dexter: Thank you.Emma: A dad?Dexter: I know.Emma: Is that allowed? Will the let you?Dexter: God, it’s…it’s incredible, isn’t it?Emma: Oh, you’re gonna be a wonderful father.Dexter: Yeah. Do you really think so?Emma: Don’t doubt it for a minute.

Emma: I missed you, Dex.Dexter: I missed you too.[he kisses her forehead]Emma: No more disappearing?Dexter: Well, I won’t if you won’t. Hmm?Emma: Hmm.[they share a friendly kiss but kiss again and stop before it becomes more passionate]Emma: Dex?Dexter: We should go.Emma: Absolutely let’s go.

[15th July 2001 – Dexter is working as kitchen hand for Callum]Callum: How you getting on?Dexter: Oh, good mate. Good. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Not quite what I was expecting, but…Callum: How do you mean?Dexter: Well, you see the words ‘organic’ and ‘homemade’.Callum: Yeah, I know. You imagine a couple of hippies on a little farm somewhere, knitting their own muesli. Nice idea, but this is business, Dex.Dexter: Yeah, well. I realize that.Callum: Listen, mate. You’re only here to learn the ropes, okay? Company policy, everyone has to.Dexter: Callum, I’m…I’m enjoying it. Honestly, I’m good.

[as Dexter is at home looking after the baby, Sylvie calls to check in, and we see that she’s cheating on him with Callum]Dexter: Look, Sylvie. Look, I know I’m not good at all this, dad husband thing.Sylvie: You’re doing fine, Dexter.Dexter: No. No. And I know if you had a receipt you would have taken me back a long time ago. But, uh…you know I’m working on it, right? So bear with me. That’s all.Sylvie: Uh…I’ve…I’ve got to go. Um…I’ll see you tomorrow.

[15th July 2003 – Dexter travels to Paris where Emma, who’s a published writer, now lives]Dexter: Well, look at you. Huh? You even look like a writer. Writer in Paris. [he touches he short cropped hair]Dexter: There’s…there’s a word for this, isn’t there?Emma: Uh…butch.[Dexter laughs]Dexter: I was gonna say gamine.Emma: What do you look like?Dexter: Me? Screwed up divorcee.Emma: So, uh…my apartment’s not far. Shall we?Dexter: Mmm.Emma: How long are you staying for?Dexter: Well, I…I suppose that’s up to you really. It’s just…look I…I just wanted to say something which I couldn’t really do over the phone. And…well, ever since we were last together in London. Well, for a while actually, I…Emma: Dexter, before you say anything else, I have to say… There’s something I have to tell you.

Emma: He’s handsome. He’s charming. He’s just very, uh…very French.Dexter: What, you mean rude?Emma: No.Dexter: Arrogant. Smokes too much, wears a string of onions.Emma: Why are you being like this?Dexter: Oh, God! You mean sexy! Is that what you mean? You having lots sex?Emma: Since when do I need to ask your permission. God knows, you never asked mine!Dexter: But we just slept together.Emma: I haven’t forgotten.

[referring to the night they slept together]Emma: Dexter, we got a bit drunk. Dexter: Yeah, not that drunk.Emma: You took your trousers off over your shoes.Dexter: No, I didn’t. Did I?Emma: I think that you were upset about Sylvie and the divorce and you needed a shoulder to cry on, or sleep with. And that’s what I was, shoulder to sleep with.Dexter: And that’s why you did it? Was it? To cheer me up.Emma: Well, it worked, didn’t it?[she hands him a drink]Emma: If you must know, it was one of the better nights of my lifeDexter: See!Emma: Don’t fish. Dex, it was one time.Dexter: Well, it was three times.

Dexter: Look, you don’t think it’s a good idea? You and me.Emma: I do. I did. In the late eighties.Dexter: Right.Emma: Better get going.Dexter: Why? What are we doing?Emma: Jean-Pierre wants to meet you.Dexter: Oh, you’re kidding!Emma: We’re going to hear him play.Dexter: Play?Emma: He’s a jazz musician.Dexter: Bastard!Emma: We’re gonna listen to him play free jazz on the piano for about nine hours and it’s going to be lots of fun and in no way awkward.

[Emma comes out of the bathroom in sexy dress to go meet Jean-Pierre]Dexter: You’re not going out like that, are you?Emma: Just do me up.

[as they walk towards the bar Jean-Pierre is to play in]Emma: That’s Jean-Pierre.Dexter: Where?[we see a handsome man sitting outside the bar]Dexter: Oh, God! You could have at least found someone a bit good looking.[Emma smiles]Dexter: You know, Em, I’m sure he’s a fine jazz pianist. I just don’t think I can do this.Emma: Oh, really?Dexter: Yeah, I’ll just go and see a movie and go back to the apartment. And…and then I think I’m gonna get the first train back tomorrow.Emma: You don’t have to leave.Dexter: I think I do.Emma: I’m sorry, Dex.Dexter: Hey, don’t be. Go on.[he watches in sadness her as she goes to meet Jean-Pierre]

[after listening to Jean-Pierre play for a while, we then see Emma running to find Dexter]Emma: I thought I got rid of you.[she kisses him]Emma: If you muck me about, Dexter…Dexter: Em, I swear. I swear, I won’t.Emma: Lead me on or let me down or go behind my back, I will murder you.Dexter: I won’t.Emma: You swear?Dexter: Yeah, I swear. I swear.

[15th July 2004 – Dexter is opening a cafe and is practicing his wedding speech]Dexter: I would like to thank everyone for coming to our wedding. For what can only be described as whirlwind romance.[to himself]Dexter: Pause for laughter.[we see Emma coming into the restaurant catching him practicing his speech]Dexter: Um…seriously, when people ask how Emma and I first me, I tell them that we…we grew up together. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…Emma: You’re not gonna say blah, blah, blah, on the day, are you?Dexter: Oy! You’re not supposed to be here![he quickly grabs the piece paper his speech is written on and puts it behind his back]

Emma: What if I have notes? Come on, let me see?Dexter: No. [she playfully struggles with him to grab the paper]Dexter: No! Then when we’re married you’re going to have to obey me.Emma: Hmm. Yeah, I’m sure that’s gonna happen.Dexter: What?[Emma starts to undo his shirt]Dexter: Not again?Emma: You don’t mind, do you?Dexter: No, I don’t mind. Although there are, you know, health and safety issues. I could lose my license.

[15th July 2005 – after Jasmine, Dexter’s daughter has spent the day with them]Emma: Dexter?Dexter: Yeah?Emma: I’ve been thinking.Dexter: So have I.Emma: I want a child with the man I love.[Dexter smiles at her]Emma: And if he won’t do it, then I want one with you.[Dexter laughs]Dexter: Well then, we better get started.[Dexter comes closer to her and they start kissing]

[15th July 2006 – washing their teeth in the bathroom]Dexter: I look so tired.Emma: So take some exercise. Come swimming with me later.Dexter: No. No, I can’t. I’ve got too much at the cafe.Emma: Fine. Don’t. By the way, in case you’re interested, I’m not pregnant.[she walks out of the bathroom]Dexter: Em, how do you know?Emma: How do you think?Dexter: We could try again though.Emma: Emma just keep walking away from him but Dexter stops herDexter: Come on. No! No! No! No! Come on. Look, I’m sorry. Alright?Emma: No, I am for taking it out on you.

Dexter: Listen, why don’t we meet each other after work? Huh? We’ll go to the movies, your choice. Something with subtitles.Emma: Ooh.Dexter: Then we can go and have some dinner, just you and me, and we can work this out. Alright? I promise.Emma: Mm-hmm. Yeah.Dexter: Okay.

[Dexter smiles as he listens to Emma’s voice message unaware that she has been killed after being struck by a truck whilst riding her bike]Emma: Hey, there. Just to say I’m running late but I’m on my way and I’m sorry for being so snappy this morning. Just wanted to say you’re a fine thing Dexter Mayhew. I love you very much. Okay, there you go, lucky you.

[15th July 2007 – after getting into a fight at a club and getting badly beaten, Sylvie takes Dexter to his father’s]Steven: So, is this going to be an annual festival, do you think? Every year, fifteenth of July?Dexter: Well, I hope not.Steven: I don’t want a heart to heart. Do you?Dexter: No. No. I’d rather not.Steven: Except to say, that I think the best thing that you could do would be to try to live your life as if Emma was still here. Don’t you?[Dexter starts to cry]Dexter: I don’t know if I can.Steven: Of course you can. What do you think I’ve been doing for the past ten years?

[15th July 2009 – Dexter is working in his cafe when he hears someone come in and sees that it’s Ian]Dexter: So, how are you, you know? How’s the standup comedy?Ian: Oh, well, I gave that up actually.Dexter: Oh, that’s a shame.Ian: No, not really, cause I was never any good. The only time I ever made Emma laugh was when I fell down the stairs. Really.[Dexter laughs]Ian: No, I’m in, um…insurance now.Dexter: Great. Great.

Ian: I hate today. Fifteenth of July.Dexter: St. Swithen’s day. It’s, uh…it’s a tough one.Ian: I never noticed it before, but it was always there. Just waiting, lurking. I used to hate you too. Quite violently actually, Dexter. No! I’m sorry, but only…because she lit up with you, just in a way that she never did with me and it used to make me so angry because I…I…I didn’t think that you deserved her. Can I say this?Dexter: Yeah, go on.Ian: She made you decent, and in return, you made her so happy. So happy. And I will always be grateful to you for that. And on that bomb shell.[he laughs]Ian: Back to the sticks! There’s my lot out there.[he points to his wife and two kids who are sitting outside the cafe]Dexter: Oh! Ian: Yeah, I know! Dexter: So, listen. You know, we’ll…we’ll stay in touch. I’ll give you a call.Ian: No, I don’t think that’s necessary. I think we’re done here. Come here![he hugs Dexter]Ian: Good luck, mate. Alright?Dexter: You too. Thank you.

[flashback to 15th July 1988 – the morning after Emma and Dexter fell asleep together]Emma: Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.[she shakes Dexter and he wakes up]Emma: It’s alright. Don’t panic. It’s only me. Emma. Emma Morley.[she holds out her hand for Dexter to shake]Dexter: Yes! Hello!Emma: So, what do you suggest we do?Dexter: We could stay in touch.Emma: Today. We’re meant to be doing something today.Dexter: Right. Right. Look, today’s a bit tricky for me really.Emma: Ah.Dexter: No, no. It’s not that. It’s just, well I’m meeting my parents and I’ve gotta get back and pack. I’ve got to do all these things before I head back.Emma: Oh, yeah. Yeah! You should probably go then. It was lovely to meet you. Bye now.[Dexter sees how disappointed Emma is]Dexter: Look, that…that’ not until later. So, if you wanted to, we could go for a walk or something.Emma: Okay.[Emma smiles]

[as they walk up a hill]Emma: Come on, keep up!Dexter: Well, it’s these shoes! I can’t mountain climb in brogues.Emma: It’s not K2, it’s just a big hill. Alright? A child could do it.

Emma: I don’t want you thinking I’m bothered or anything about last night. I don’t want your phone number, or letters or postcards. I don’t want to get married to you. Definitely don’t want to have your babies. Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today. And if we should bump into each other sometime in the future, well that’s fine too. We’ll be friends.Dexter: Yeah. Right.[Dexter puts his hand on Emma’s shoulder]Dexter: Or on the other hand.Emma: Go on.Dexter: Well, my parents don’t arrive until later.Emma: So?Dexter: So, my flat’s empty. If you want to…finish what we started.Emma: What, sober?Dexter: And in daylight.[Emma smiles]Emma: Race you![they run down the hill laughing]

[15th July 2011 – Dexter and Jasmine climb the same hill that Emma and Dexter had back in 1988]Jasmine: Do you want a piggy back, you old man?Dexter: Oy! Look, it’s these shoes. There’s no blimin’ grip on these things. Come here, you![he grabs hold of Jasmine playfully]Jasmine: Did you come up here with Emma?Dexter: Yeah, once. That was a long time ago now.Jasmine: Do you miss her?Dexter: Well, of course I do. She was…she was my best friend.Jasmine: Who’s your best friend now then?Dexter: Oh, well you are of course! Come here.[he puts his arm around her]Dexter: Why, who’s yours?Jasmine: I think it’s probably mom. [Dexter smiles]Dexter: I’m not so terrible though, am I?Jasmine: I’m not answering that. You know what you are.

[flashback to 15th July 1988 – they run down the street to get to Dexter’s apartment but Dexter sees his parents]Dexter: Dammit! They’re early.[to his parents]Dexter: You’re early!Alison: We thought we’d surprise you.Steven: Clearly we have.[he hugs and kisses his mother and shakes hands with his dad]Dexter: Mom, dad this is Emma…Emma: Morley.Dexter: Morley.Emma: Please to meet you.Alison: Hello. Emma, you’ll join us for tea, yes?Emma: Oh, uh…no. No, thanks. I…I should leave you to it.Dexter: You’re gonna go?Emma: Yeah. Well, pleasure to meet you.[turning to Dexter]Emma: And, well…have a nice life.[she shakes hands with Dexter]Dexter: Okay.[she turns and walks away from them]

Alison: I’m sorry did we just interrupt something?Dexter: No, no. Emma’s just…a good friend.Alison: Weren’t you wearing this yesterday?Steven: He’s a rascal.

[as Emma is walking away from Dexter and his parents she hears Dexter calling after her]Dexter: Look, I need you phone number.Emma: My number? Right, of course.Dexter: Look, I’m so sorry about all of that. You know, I was expecting them until after we…well, you know.Emma: Right.[she writes down her number]Emma: This is me in Edinburgh.Dexter: Right.Emma: Uh…my parents number. And, uh…their address, just in case.Dexter: Right.Emma: Oh, dad’s got a fax machine at work.Dexter: Just…just the phone numbers is fine.[she gives him the paper with her numbers]Emma: Thank you.[she takes off her glasses and they kiss]

[last lines]Dexter: Look, I’ve gotta go.Emma: I know.Dexter: But we will see each other again.Emma: I know we will.[smiling she turns to walk away]Emma: Goodbye, Dex.Dexter: Goodbye.Emma: Goodbye.[he watches her as she walks away and then turns to walk the opposite way]